Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:13:28 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 15
You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format
of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 15
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tucking themselves back into their speedos, Kyle and Alex are brought back
to some semblance of reality by the sounds of hearing Silas Chitwood's
voice.
"Cool!" Kyle reacts, further hearing, "T.R.U.N.K.S! is getting ready to
play!"
On the way out of the small pool, Kyle wanted to make sure of, "Um, was
Shane's blow job as good as mine?"
"Don't ask stoopid questions!"
They laughed about it, thinking of rejoining Swifty and Geoff, but it
looked like a fuckin' bear's convention, Vince and Jorgen in 'their' seats!
So, they sidetracked when they saw Jason van der Linde by himself at one of
the circular tables. "Okay if we join you?"
Alex asks, "Where's Ron?"
Jason was very quick to point out, "Oh, we're not boyfriends or
anything. He can do what he damn well pleases!"
'Uh-oh,' Kyle says, almost inaudible.
And it could only happen at a Stud Muffin Party, a dude passing by, asking
Jason, "Who can do as they damn well please?"
"Huh?" Jason said to the stranger, lowering his shades as he checked out
the hot bod.
"You're not boyfriends with anybody?" And before Jason could react, "Why do
I find that hard to believe?"
Kyle and Alex, like Jason, didn't know how to react, so kept their mouths
shut.
"This seat taken?" the dude invited himself, taking the chair Kyle was
going to sit his bum on.
"No," Kyle replies, shifting to the left, as Alex did the same.
"Hi! I'm Gage Neubauer. My real name's Henry, but Henry's too dorky for a
model, so I changed it. And you are?"
He reminded Alex of 'someone', like the dude in his life with the initials,
'M.C.'!
He wasn't sure of this guy, Jason slowly offering, "Jason van der Linde."
"Cool! Nice to meet you. Are you a model here?"
Since Gage was being so forward, Jason decided on the same, but instead of
stating the true nature of how he wound up at the Karlyle Estate, he rounds
it off to, "I'm a cop!"
"Cool!" Gage replies. "Do you have a badge? A gun? You know, all that stuff
a cop carries? Hey, any handcuffs?"
Alex and Kyle exchanged 'rolled' eyes.
"Not on me at the moment." And not foreign to the scene, "You get into it?"
"What? Cuffs? Nah, not prolly the way you mean it. You do mean it like
cuffing a guy and then having fun with his bod, do you?"
At this point Kyle and Alex bowed out, Jason leaning in, which called Gage
to paying closer attention, "Have you ever had your balls cuffed to another
guy's balls?"
Gage suddenly says, "Um, you know, I've got to make a very important phone
call to my agent, if you'll excuse me?"
It was something Jason had read on the net, some story at the Nifty
Archives, under the Authoritarian section, a category he once in awhile
visited. The subject of bdsm didn't thrill him to the point he wanted to
explore it in real life, but like he thought, the interest was there. Now
he just used one of the things which happened in one of the stories, to
scare off a dude he didn't have an interest in. Somewhat, he felt bad using
the tactic, but he wasn't sure exactly how to tell the dude nicely.
"I'll take you up on it!"
"Huh?" Jason asks, sipping his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand.
Like Jason had done, the shoulder-length haired dude, in seclusion, says,
"I've got a pair of cuffs in my room. We can cuff our balls together and if
you want to you can fuck me?"
Jason had no intentions of doing this, but was curious, "Have you done it?"
"Sure. Quite a few times. It's very erotic," he replies, keyed up with
excitement.
"With the cuffs around your balls?"
"And yours? Isn't that what you meant to do with Gage?"
"You know Gage?"
"Yeah. Kind of a flighty dude. Not like me."
"Oh? And how would you be...um," Jason searched for a name to attach to the
incredibly handsome dude.
"I'm Remy. I know you're Jason. Sorry, but I was following the
conversation," Remy further explains, "I was pretending I was following the
conversation of the two guys over there," he nods, "but I was really
listening in on you and Gage."
He talked a lot too, but in a different manner.
"I can give you what you want and more," Remy tries convincing Jason.
"How do you know what I want?"
"Bathe your balls with my tongue, run it up and down the sides of your
cock? Give your ass a nice deep tongue-fuck? Suck your armpits. Hell, I'd
be at your disposal."
"And then after you work me over with your tongue for two hours I can
dispose of my manseed in your ass?"
It was a test. Remy passed it, saying, "I only do anal with protection."
It seemed like Remy was covering all bases as far as the oral workout was
concerned. He wasn't too crazy about the cuffs, especially when they would
be attached to Remy's balls and his own, while fucking Remy, but in his
mind things didn't necessarily need to go in that direction. Probably what
made him go along, follow Remy to his room was the fact he was almost
there, his cock already rigid!
Meanwhile, Kyle and Alex had found a table not far from the stage.
"This is awesome!" Alex said.
Kyle agreed, even though he couldn't hear all Alex was saying. He knew it
centered somewhere around the fact of 'Sentinel' joining 'T.R.U.N.K.S!' on
stage.
"'Sentinel' looks awesome!" Kyle said of the quads, minus Jase.
However, instead of the black outfits, they dressed like the other group,
'destroyed' jeans and tank tops.
But Jase wasn't losing out either. Sequestered away in the elegance of one
of the guest cottages, he lay in bed, Raymon his nursemaid.
"Thanks for taking good care of me," Jase says as Raymon sits on the edge
of the bed, spoon-feeding him soup.
"I do it because I care."
Contrary to Jase, lying there in bed, only his briefs on, the sheet up to
his midsection, he lay in contrast to Raymon, decked out in his paramedics
uniform, the collar slightly open more than regulation.
"I wish I knew," Jase says with sincerity.
"About?"
"If I was gay or not. I keep getting torn between if I'm really
heterosexual, which I doubt, but I might be 'bi'. Like how did you know you
were gay, Raymon?"
Setting the bowl of soup down, the twenty-seven year old paramedic replies,
"A long time ago it seems. At least I had an idea I might be gay around
third or fourth grade."
"That soon?"
"Yeah, but I didn't let on to anyone. Kids that age really don't discuss it
with anyone. Kids really don't even know or have a clue to what
homosexuality is. They just feel it without knowing. All I know is I was
attracted the features, more of the male than the female. How about
yourself?"
"I don't know. I guess I was like that, but more so in my early to mid
teens. I know I was fascinated with seeing other guys in the shower at the
gym. Funny thing is, I kept on stalking my own brother!"
"Which one?" Raymon asks, picking up the bowl of soup.
"All of them!"
It tickled Raymon, him giggling. "All at once or one at a time?"
"I suppose, since we're all identical, I was really thinking of looking at
myself."
"And liking yourself?"
"I suppose. I thought my brothers were beautiful, but more than that, I
thought the captain of the football team was awesome!"
"So, you knew you were gay?"
"I suppressed my feelings."
"Ah-h-h... now we're getting someplace," Raymon said, feeding Jase another
spoonful. "And what would have been so bad about coming out?"
"Well first off, it would have been a reflection on my brothers. If they
knew I were gay, then people would think they are too, us all being the
same age."
"And you think 'they' would not be able to handle it?"
"I don't know. I didn't think of it from that perspective," Jase
replies. "I think I might have come out, but when I saw how father blew up
at Caleb for coming out, I... I guess I'm just a frickin' coward!"
"Not necessarily."
"No? How do you figure?" Jase asks, moving so both hands are behind his
head.
Sidetracked, Raymon asks, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Lying there in bed, Jase resembled the same as his other quad-brothers,
reddish hair, a slight patch of hair midchest, thin lines around his nips,
the rest smooth except a treasure trail. Looking back and forth at each
arm, Jase replies as he lowers them, "I wasn't meaning to!"
"You can keep them up," Raymon says, secretly thinking of how hot it would
be to lick Jase's pits!
"Nah. It's okay. So getting back to coming out, you think it would be okay
with the other guys if I came out?"
Raymon smiles, saying, "Don't do it for them. Do it for yourself. Do you
think they mind that Caleb is out?"
"He's not really out, well wasn't before today. Our father wouldn't allow
Caleb to come out. I don't think anybody knows Caleb is gay. At least until
today, except for Lane and Jared."
"Did you know, at this very minute, Caleb, Lane and Jared have joined
'T.R.U.N.K.S!' on stage for the remainder of the concert?"
"But T.R.U.N.K.S!' is a gay group. Lane and Jared aren't gay."
"Do you think it matters to Lane and Jared. In my own opinion I think Lane
and Jared are thinking of the music they are making and haven't a care to
whether the crowd is gay or the band they are making music with is the
same. What do you think? If you joined them, would it matter at all to you
if you played with a gay band?"
"Hell no," Jase replies.
"There. You have it."
"Raymon, do you think I'm well enough to play on stage."
"Now?"
"Um... yeah."
Seeing it really in Jase's heart to get up, get out of bed and be with his
brothers, he says of it, "You can do anything you really want to do Jase."
Seeing that Raymon 'wanted' to do something, Jase replies, "You can if
'you' want to, Raymon."
"I have your permission?"
"You will never need my permission, Raymon," Jase says, closing his eyes.
The soup bowl returning to the nightstand, Raymon lays on Jase's chest,
their lips matching up. Eventually, Raymon allowed Jase to sit up on the
edge of the bed.
"Oh," Jase said of his head.
"I didn't think so."
"Of?"
"You're making it out to the stage, let alone out of bed."
"How come you didn't stop me?"
"Stop you Jase? How can I ever stop you from achieving what you intend to
accomplish?"
"Are you studying to become a shrink or something?" Jase puts it to Raymon.
"Actually," as he sit on the side of the bed with Jase, "I was really
getting to like studying your face as you lay in bed."
"If I got back in bed, would you come with me?"
"With or without my clothes?"
Turning the tables, Jase replies, "Raymon, I can't tell 'you' what to do!"
With a finger tucked in the side of Jase's briefs, Raymon asks, "Need help
getting these off?"
Not answering, Jase follows Raymon as he turns his bod, falling on his
knees before him, the right side of his briefs pulled away from his torso.
Following his intuition, Raymon totally denudes Jase's lower half. He
jokes, "Are you sure your gay?"
"I don't know. How can I find out for sure?"
With his briefs dangling between his ankles, it was a cinch for Raymon to
separate them, wedging his head in between.
"Ohh-h-h-h-h my fuckin'..............." Jase howled, feeling Raymon's warm,
soft mouth take him in.
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From down in the audience, Silas took up with sitting with Kyle and
Alex. From his vantage point, he could have divided his attention between
Lane, Jared and Caleb, but it was Caleb he focused his attention on.
"What?" Kyle asks Silas.
"Oh nothing. Just talkin' to myself," he said, realizing he 'was' talking
to himself out loud, telling himself how fuckin' cute Caleb is!
Alex returns with two waters, a bottle of beer for Silas.
"Where's my Mai Tai?" Kyle asks.
"What? You don't want to be awake for the whoopie tonight?"
Kyle unscrews the cap of the water and takes a swig.
"I had a brief talk with my guys?" Silas stirs up conversation.
"You mean the group you manage?" Alex inquires.
"Right. As you and Kyle don't know it, as well as their fans, some of the
guys have thought about either branching off on solo careers or returning
to school."
Alex perceives, "Oh, so the group is going to break up?"
"Yes and I thought it perfect timing, thinking or merging the two
groups. What do you think?" Silas presents to them.
"I think they would make a hot group," Kyle says.
"The Mai Tai hasn't worn off," Alex says to Silas, which the conversation
has mostly been monopolized by the two, "but I think it could be worked out
where it could benefit both groups. As Geoff says, probably it will be
awhile before the mess with Mark Elgin is worked out and with that, who
knows when another gig will be scheduled."
Kyle put in, "You know they had a hit record, Silas?"
Silas smiles, responding to the reason for doing so, "I remember. I wanted
one of the singers I represent to cover it, but I couldn't work out the
royalities..." he realizes, "oh shit!"
"What?" Kyle asks.
"I just realized something!"
"What?" Alex asks.
"That was Mark Elgin on the phone I talked with. He flatly turned me down,
even after I offered the terms of royalty! I can't believe I actually had
talked with that bastard!"
"Probably doesn't make you feel any better, huh?" Alex said.
The song the band was playing ended, both groups members, who played
guitars, slapped at their instruments with the last chord resounding. Kyle
was the first to jump up in applause, but it wasn't only him, the scores of
hot dudes in the audience, adding their cheers and whistles. What was left
of the curtain, closed, leaving one-third exposed. By this time, the DJ's
were spinning the tunes, guys hopping and jumping with their feet moving.
"Okay, here it is," Michael shows up, taking a pencil from behind his ear,
scribbling something on the paper he had in hand.
"Michael," Alex replies, "this is Silas Chitwood..."
Michael hastily replies, cutting Alex off, "Hey Silas," then for the reason
of seeking out Alex's attention, "look, I got all of these orders for you!"
Scanning the list, Alex says, "Wow, Michael! Email addresses as well?
You're awesome!"
"Yup and guys are gonna send their money to you before you send them their
briefs. I told them that's the way you do business!"
Kyle interjects, "Sounds more like that's the way 'you' do business,
Michael!"
Shrugging his shoulders, Michael says to Silas, "I'm only trying to help
Alex out because he took an interest in helping me! Oh cool! I forgot!"
Michael goes right into, "Tom Space has set me up with this teacher-dude,
Milo. He's going to help me study to get my high school diploma. Isn't that
the coolest?"
Silas offered his congratulations, but he sought fit to excuse himself,
going to Caleb's aid, him being swamped by guys adoring his singing and
other nice parts about him!
"You're a big star!" Silas tells Caleb, ushering him over to the table with
his arm. "Where's your brothers?"
Caleb replies, "They snuck out the back and are hanging around with the
guys from the other group. I think Gregg is trying to hit on Jared. Boy is
he in for a surprise!"
Teasing, Silas says, "Knowing Gregg, it could mean the same for Jared!"
"No, you don't understand. Jared is straight," Caleb explains.
"Trust me," Silas says like he's warning, "it never bothered Gregg before!"
"Gregg with a straight guy? Really?"
By the time they got back to the table, Michael had finished his business
with Alex and scooted off.
"How did you like our singing?" Caleb asks.
"I was just about to tell you I thought you guys were great," Kyle answers.
"Alright if I?" Caleb questions Silas about his bottle of beer.
"Have the rest of it. I'll go 'find us' a couple more!"
"Wait! I'll join you," Alex exclaims.
As they trial off, Silas is questioning Alex, "Um, like how do you mean
that?"
The two laugh it off.
With Silas and Alex heading towards one of the bars, Caleb takes Silas'
chair, saying, "Isn't Silas gorgeous?"
Kyle replies, "I think he has the same opinion of you."
Caleb smiled, taking down the last sip of beer. "Y'know our father wouldn't
let us have a beer? If he were here right now I'd be busted?"
Leaning in, Kyle says, "But he's not and I think from here on in you and
your brothers may be on your own."
"I thought of that already. For myself I don't think it'll be a problem, if
Silas has anything to do with it," Caleb responds.
"You know, that street runs two ways?"
Not telling Kyle anything new, Caleb replies, "Silas told us T.R.U.N.K.S.!
is thinking of breaking up and he wants to form a new group?"
Even though he knew, Kyle didn't wish to put a damper on Caleb's
excitement, telling him, "Really? Happy about it?"
"I am. Silas even says I might have the potential to assume lead singer or
share lead with one of the other guys."
Something mystified Kyle, him thinking along the line, quads, "I would
think since you all look the same, you all have the same quality voice,
no?"
Having done some 'homework' on the matter of quads, as well as triplets,
twins or other multiples, Caleb replies, "We might all look the same, but
we all have different personalities. Like Lane, for instance, is a
super-clean guy. He's always telling us to clean up after ourselves, but to
save us, because our father was a stickler about keeping the house
immaculate, if one of us forgot, Lane would take up the slack."
"Let me guess," Kyle guesses, "if either one of you were caught being a
slob you would accumulate a demerit?"
Rattling off the offenses, followed by the demerits, Caleb replies,
counting on his fingers, "Clothes on the bed or the floor, five demerits,
forgetting to shower, five demerits, forgetting to brush your teeth before
bed, five demerits... five demerits here, five demerits there... a guy can
get paranoid!"
"But it worked," Kyle replies.
"Sure, after my brothers and I receive enough beatings, we got the
picture!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kyle's hand fell on Caleb's forearm. "I didn't mean it
that way. I think the way you were treated was uncalled for. The same can
be accomplished without the means you were punished."
"I know, but we all knew it was the way in which he was brought up. Don't
get us... me wrong, we appreciate everything our father did for us. But for
myself, it was getting tougher and tougher to live with him... live by his
rules."
"And you couldn't leave because of the special clause in your contract?"
"Yeah, that was the one thing. We trusted him, but being young, unwise at
business matters, how were we to know we could not touch any of our
earnings until we turned twenty-one?"
Kyle asks, "But each of you has a savings account, right?"
Flat out, Caleb says, "Except for the money in the trust fund, it puts each
of us at being broke!"
"That should change with Silas. I have a good, good feeling he's out to do
everything in the best interest of you and your brothers."
"Beers on the house!" Silas says as he and Alex each carry four.
"How did you manage to get back so soon?" Kyle turns his head to survey the
line, still seeming miles long.
Alex clues him in, "Guys were ganging up on Silas, wondering if Caleb was
his boyfriend."
"So?" Caleb asks, smiling at Silas.
"They loved your singing," Alex tells, "but weren't too thrilled about you
not being a bachelor!"
"Still," Silas remarks, "they let us cut in front of them, knowing your
poor vocal chords must be dry as a bone!" He ended his statement, kissing
Caleb on the lips.
"Like my vocal chords after I give Alex a blowjob!" Kyle jokes.
"Is that so Alex?" Silas inquires. "You don't finish up 'lubricating'
them?"
Alex replies, "Nah. I flood his ass with a symphony!"
"Ugh!" Silas says of the corny reply.
Then, with Silas suddenly cornered by a couple of guys with a guitar and
his singing buddy, he and Caleb turn back to the stage, to take a listen.
"You don't mind, do you guy?" Caleb asks.
With the two disappearing Kyle and Alex once again are loners.
"Let's go see what Geoff is up to," Alex says.
"Think they'll mind," Kyle replies, "breaking up their little convention?"
"Not when we bring out calling card!"
Alex and Kyle pick up the remainder of the beer and tote is along with
them. They happen in on a very important conversation.
"What bear club?" Vince inquires of Swifty.
"Yeah, what bear club?" Geoff inquires also.
"Metrobears," Swifty replies, "for bears and their admirers."
"Oops! I guess this doesn't pertain to us," Alex says.
"I'm insulted!" Swifty says.
"Huh?" Alex replies, setting their 'beer-bribes' for a seat down on the
table.
As Vince and Jorgen hustle up two more seats, Swifty replies, "And I
thought you two held the highest admiration for me!"
"If that means, 'do we like ya', we do!" Kyles assures them all and not
just Swifty.
Vince says with assurance, "Now Alex, you would fit right in with the bear
community!" Being they were friends, Alex thought nothing of Vince running
his hand over Alex's hairy chest.
Getting Vince's drift, his hairy front the center of attraction to the
bunch, Alex asks, "Alright if I bring my twink along?"
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